Skywalker cleared his throat, nodding at Edaline’s kind words, her sweet manner; he felt heard and comfortable. The skin of the winged man’s cheeks felt a bit hot as their pelts touched with Edaline’s movement, brushing up together like a gesture of intimacy. “I . . .” He trailed off - realizing he might not be ready to finish that sentence right now. I haven’t felt truly safe since I lost Rue. Or maybe even before that, when the war stole Mother and Vader and Natalya. “I haven’t felt anything like it before, as well,” Skywalker decided to say. He hadn’t felt such an instantaneous connection since Natalya brought Rue home, a tiny abandoned pup. Rue may not have been Natalya’s daughter or Skywalker’s niece by blood, but she was an integral part of their family.
“Lord is there anyone?”